Lyrics:
Engine, engine number nie
On that Mason-Dixon line
Chasing whiskey, sipping shine
Gripping nickel plated nines
So you get yours and I'll get mine
that would be fine
Any place below the Dixon Line
Alabama or Tennessee
Sure enough looks good to me
I know I'll find some kinfolks there of mine
Been
Caroline that would be fine
Any place below the Dixon Line
Alabama or Tennessee sure enough
Looks good to me
I know I'll find some kinfolks there of mine
that's why you played me for deaf, dumb, and blind.
Yes, talk to me! [spoken words – Dan Dixon]
When you said you was all mine, I was still too dumb
croon, croon a tune from the heart of Dixie
Just hang my cradle, Mammy mine
Right on that Mason Dixon Line
And swing it from Virginia
To Tennessee with
croon, croon a tune from the heart of Dixie
Just hang my cradle, Mammy mine
Right on that Mason Dixon Line
And swing it from Virginia
To Tennessee with
croon, croon a tune from the heart of Dixie
Just hang my cradle, Mammy mine
Right on that Mason Dixon Line
And swing it from Virginia
To Tennessee with
croon, croon a tune from the heart of Dixie
Just hang my cradle, Mammy mine
Right on that Mason Dixon Line
And swing it from Virginia
To Tennessee with
croon, croon a tune from the heart of Dixie
Just hang my cradle, Mammy mine
Right on that Mason Dixon Line
And swing it from Virginia
To Tennessee with
croon, croon a tune from the heart of Dixie
Just hang my cradle, Mammy mine
Right on that Mason Dixon Line
And swing it from Virginia
To Tennessee with
stomp our boots
Yeah yeah
Alpha bred in our roots
Yea
Way below that Mason- Dixon line
Where the shotgun shoot
We some Wolves baby
Shout out to the pack
stomp our boots
Yeah yeah
Alpha bred in our roots
Yea
Way below that Mason- Dixon line
Where the shotgun shoot
We some Wolves baby
Shout out to the pack
Rock-a-bye your baby with a Dixie melody
When you croon, croon a tune from the heart of Dixie
Hang that cradle mammy mine
Right on that
don't care I'm going where I've got
Enough to last a year
Tuitti fruitti don't compare with Cutie Waitin' cross the
Dixon line Ida Ida may be sweet
on)
You're one of our kind, like a little bit of shine
Livin' way back in the pines beneath the Mason-Dixon line
Like sippin' on some whiskey,
know that that pussy is mine
All I really need is one time
To get freaky, you and I, you and I
Yeah, baby off the D'Usse
I'll just do anything that you
plumbers drivers cobblers teamsters coopers masons
Dixons nixons sires briars blacks and whites and coppertones
Scrappers coppers princes paupers kings made
Yo! DJ Dixon!
(Nobody else, yeah, yeah, yeah)
High heels and a mini skirt
Make me way upstairs for you, darling
Bring the champagne and don't keep me
FUCK WITH MY FAMILY YOUR LIFE BECOMES MINE
CRACKER WITH A ATTITUDE BUT I’M WORKIG ON IT
YOU TALK MONEY
I GET THUMBS ALL ON IT
LIKE DARYL DIXON
I GET
that Mason-Dixon line
Whoa Lord
I'mma run this beat understand me
I'm coming for mine
Let them know
Walls up
No entry hey
Only if you can come to me
a guitar pick in Nashville if I ain't in love with you
How am I gonna make you see that all I wanna do is make you mine
You won't believe a word I say so
Rock-a-bye your baby with a Dixie melody.
When you croon, croon a tune from the heart of Dixie.
Just place my cradle, mammy mine,
Right
Rock-a-bye your baby with a Dixie melody
When you croon
Croon a tune from the heart of Dixie
And just hang my cradle, mammy mine
Right on that
Rock-a-bye your baby with a Dixie melody.
When you croon, croon a tune from the heart of Dixie.
Just place my cradle, mammy mine,
Right
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